“Be careful, or your hearts will be weighed down with ...the anxieties of life,”
Luke 21:34a
I was gonna ask
Jesus
a question.
And before
I knocked
on His door,
I picked
up
the
newspaper
from the
welcome mat.
Started reading
about the
stuck in their
austerity pit.
The rich
on their private
beaches
claiming
And while
I was reading
a story
about
the
I felt a
hand on my
shoulder.
“What do you want?”
He asked.
“Believe it or not,
I was gonna
ask You
the same question.”
Postscript
After reading the poem,
my fundamentalist friends
who have let
their
poetic licenses
expire
years ago,
ask me
the same question:
“Tell me,
why
would
an
omniscient
God
have the
newspaper
delivered?”
